The Ghost of You

Prolouge

Sometime in the late, late night, a boy was sleeping in his bed just like any other. Well, not quite asleep. He was trying to, but something just kept bugging him.

A figure watched over him from the corner of the corner of the room, a faint pink glow coming from her body. There was a smile on her face, one of pure happiness. Like she almost had no cares in the world.

"When are you going to leave? It's been too long since you've appeared. I've been quite clear that I want you to go." The boy's words were hostile. Assertive and aggressive. It was clear he was trying his best for that tone, his dry throat scratching him in the attempt.

The figure merely rolled their eyes. "I know you have. I thought I made it quite clear that I'm not leaving."

The figure's eye let out a small tear, sliding down their face. "Not until you accept that it's actually me, at least."